"Take everything."<i></i>
The burly man strolled along the metallic halls of Keystone, hands tucked behind him as he observed the creations of a madman confiscated. So many wondrous things that had wartime applications, even if they had good intentions behind them. Toys to those who endeavored in discord and showed the futility of efforts from the more brazen. These halls filled with inventions numerous and powerful had been simple to enter. The doors had been left open for them and they just walked in like it was a yard sale ripe for the picking. Not even the security within could slow them as they shattered locks, broke codes, and dispelled wards.
"Novel to have such war machines when all they do is hide from a storm like children. They disgrace their ancestors who gave us this freedom."<i></i>
Brandishing the curved hookblade at his side, he snarls to the men looting the labs, "Have your fill and take the inventions to wreak more havoc."<i></i>
The wildman laughed to himself, watching as desperate and crazed prisoners ran off with their trophies. Many of these inventions would blow-up in their faces and that would only ensure that their anarchy maintained. Two Cabal agents clad in black garbs, identities hidden beneath billowing cowls followed their leader and at his word moved into the lab that stored many of the suits the Steward was infamous for. Their time spent in there was brief, but their job was only to sew the seeds of chaos and fear. Explosions rocked the fortified lab and a long, drawn out howl filled its halls.
And in one swift move, the wolf had left his mark on the steward's home away from home.
The tower was in pieces.
Keystone ransacked and its contents strewn among the ranks of the mad.
Just another step towards annihilation.